Category: Moments

IT’S THAT FEELING AGAIN. That emptiness, that frustration, those small indignations that have built up into a dam of pent up rage. That feeling when you’ve crossed a certain point and know instinctively that you have to pull yourself out before you drown in the toxicity of it all. Several times you’ve thought you’d reached that breaking point. Several times you’ve passed through it. But this one is different. It’s already manifesting within yourself, quickly and potently. Tears used to be enough to rid yourself of that negative energy, but you find that you need more than just washing it out. There’s too much that you feel the need to physically dispel that energy by either banging your fists on the nearest surface or grunting and screaming something unintelligible. You need to release it. But when you’ve reached *this* point, you know that the relief is only temporary. You need to release yourself too.

The streets of Tokyo were nearing empty. Or maybe just in this stretch from Haneda to Shinagawa. I watch the storefronts go by, mostly convenience stores I would find myself in over the next few days, over the next few cities. I think to myself, so this is Japan. And it was, and it wasn’t just.

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Hi, I’m Reg!

A twentysomething optimistic idealist passionate about LIFE and everything that it has to offer. An avid traveler, a major foodie, a voracious bookworm, and a (sometimes too) introspective ENFP, heyrocketgirl is a collection of moments and musings as I try to live out my best possible life. More?